Posts Tagged ‘random’

CALIFORNIA GOVERNOR, YOU SUCK!

May 24, 2020

Governor Newsom (California) is severely restricting the reopening of churches……don’t get too close / don’t sing or use religious materials much (paraphrasing) – it is garbage.

Bars are open.  Liquor stores are open.  The right to worship is one of our basic rights.

If this is sooooooo bad in California, then you had best keep the state all closed for the flu.  Also the increased measles problem – no vaccines for illegals and those who choose not to get them….

Bill Gates – you are a piece of trash too.  If you are not familiar with him, but have only heard great things about him and Melinda – do a thorough research on them.  He stands to make billions on a potential vaccine.  He is also supports something permanent put into every human being to monitor them.  HA!

I AM JUST PLENTY PISSED OFF.  AT LEAST I HAVE A VENUE TO RELEASE MY ANGER.

I’m done.  Now back to happiness…no one can steal the time of my life for more than a few minutes.  It just isn’t worth it.  Besides, I know the truth.

Continuing California Fiasco – Thanks gov!

May 20, 2020

A few quotes from various California publications.

Who meets qualifications to get free motel or hotel rooms:

…..”Only homeless people who meet certain criteria, including being older than 65 and having health conditions that make them susceptible to dying of COVID-19, qualify. The goal of leasing 15,000 rooms would fall far short of reaching the total number of unhoused Californians in those vulnerable groups, but it still represented a massive undertaking that would have to unfold on a far more rapid timeline than most housing programs…”

…..”the largest impediments in some counties have been delays in preparing leased rooms for occupancy — not, as the governor has complained, NIMBY interests at the local level.  In other counties, a shortage of staff to care for homeless residents, providing services such as food services, security, nursing and case management, have been responsible for delays.” 

Gosh, for those who qualify, and WANT to be monitored, and told when and where they can leave the rooms (honestly) – it sounds like they will be on a brief Corona virus vacation….

On a side note:

……”Undocumented workers flooded California’s coronavirus disaster relief website Monday, causing the site to crash for several hours.  Monday was the first day undocumented Californians could apply for the one-time payment of $500 per individual or $1,000 per household. “

The site was crashed by the number of “ILLEGALS” scurrying to get help.  I know, I know, undocumented is politically correct, but at this point, who gives a damn what I say!

Definitions:

  1.  Undocumented – not having appropriate / or LEGAL documents.
  2.  Illegal – contrary to or forbidden by law.

California our First Communist State

May 3, 2020

Good job governor.  Required to stay off beaches, business’ closed, etc.  Citizens being ticketed, and when protesting at the capital, armed guards with batons – ready to “control” those who are outraged about it all.  Things have gone too far.  Is this still America?

I truly believe the hardest hit in California are indigents, illegals, and those who live in poverty.  I think that is probably what is happening in New York too.

Newsom allocated $50 million to BUY or provide rooms for ninety days for the largest homeless population of any state-108,000 people.  Oh, he is also providing trailers.

He also is using 100 million more for grants to provide support services.

Let’s think about it:  You can come to California and stay if you entered illegally, or are an indigent.  California provides free phone and service to everyone like this.  Redding provides tents, bikes, clothing and such.  Now free food and motels and a stipend monthly.

I wonder if he leased or bought the motel 6 chain (one of many provided).  Curiously I also wonder what will happen when the state “reopens” (if ever)….will all these folks just be told “Okay, times up.  Leave. ”

Perhaps not.  Newsom is talking about buying hotels so long-term housing will be provides.  Hmmmm….I think that includes food, medical services, cleaning services, and of course, security services. What do I know, I am a peasant with a hard-working husband who exchanges his life for what these folks will be given for fee.  After all Newsom says these people are California”s most vulnerable citizens.

I know in California we are experiencing “early releases” from jails.  “You’re done.  We don’t want you to get sick.  Here is $200.00.  Bye bye.

I may have mentioned, one non-violent offender was released, and 24 hours later my friend had to shoot and kill him because he was coming into her home.  Police said she did the right thing.

California is still on a “STAY AT HOME order. I guess we are “lucky” we are ALLOWED to go out at all.  I tried to get an accurate count on corona virus deaths – I mean the actual count, not these counts that are including deaths really not accurate, but “clumped together” with other deaths – no luck.

Just a note to give you CDC numbers on the flu virus this year thus far this year: between 39 million and 56 million flu illnesses, minimum 410,000 hospitalizations, and as many as 62 thousand deaths from flu. 169 of those were children.

Another night, Another world

July 18, 2018

Everyone had been hanging around, waiting patiently because they knew something was going to happen. You could hear the crackling of the power lines. No one knew why, but suddenly, atop the massive pillar of iron, sparks flew and the light became more intense.

People kept coming out of the building sitting directly next to the tower. It reminded me of the iron oil wells daddy used to drill, in times gone by.

I was certain there must have been a ladder that had been welded for workers to reach the top, which was at least as tall as the old red building that held at least four hundred people when the “season” was here.

I spoke to a man, none of us were strangers any more, as we all were drawn together by the hypnotic sounds and sights. It was a show of power…one that was mystical as no one knew what was to come; there was a high level of fear as to what actually would happen. The crackling became louder and more intense. The light was steady and creating shadows of various forms from the things projected in the black of the night.

I walked around, not even sure why I was there, but one thing I knew for sure was that same man who had invaded my dreams so many times was there. I heard his voice faintly in the background repeating my name – and saying, “Where are you? I will find you.”

It was at that moment I bolted, I dodged a group of mixed human beings (meaning ages, colors, and sizes) – a mix of all the creation of mankind. They turned and looked briefly as I said, “I am sorry, excuse me, pardon me.” I had always been polite. Polite and considerate of others. I was born a good girl, and a trusting living soul.

I heard the voice again – louder this time. I jumped off a curb and shot across the street and entered what appeared to be a kind of “viewing room”…perhaps it was built this way to just encourage people to sit and rest, and look through the large glass window. It was quite the view at that moment. I stood in front for a moment and looked first at the high tower and the more intense spurts of light and color. It had grown larger in just those few moments.

The window had glass that kept the sounds from permeating the ears of all who were there…though it seemed like an echo was resounding in my ears and filling my head with intense crackling.

I saw the building. I saw shadows of hundreds of people. Some were standing and some running in all directions, seeking a place where they felt safe – and yet could watch the impending, expected explosion.

I turned for a moment and realized there were quite a few people in this sanctuary; but they were intent on watching and not socializing. Eyes were all focused on the top of the tower of iron and metals.

In the distance I heard that familiar voice calling my name over and over. I knew what was going to happen. I sat down and tried to make myself small and invisible. In a moment what I had dreaded began. I saw the head of this giant man peek inside, and as if I were the only person in the room – his eyes met mine. He could smell my fear and the scent of me. He was a dog on the hunt, and I had been trapped.

Everyone in the room had turned to see him as he swaggered in and towards me. He towered above all others but the man sitting next to me gently took my hand and looked at me. Without words he said he understood.

We rose and turned to walk to the exit in the back. I could hear the giant man mumble under his breath, “I will get you again because you belong to me.” He had told me once, with a shotgun to my head, “If I can’t have you no one will.”

The power of his words overcame my survival senses, and I thought of the person ever-gently holding my hand. He was trying to give me wings to fly away….but I knew ultimately he would be the one permanently hurt if I let this go further.

“I will be okay. Thanks.” I said as I looked into his eyes, unclasp my hand and stopped. Just at that moment the giant said, “I knew you would want me”. He roughly wrapped me in his arms, picked me up and carried me in his arms.

The stranger did not know what to do, but I did. I thanked him with my silent eyes as I knew he
would have tried to save me……but at his own expense.

When we got outside he sat me down in a dark corner of the access road that was on the eastern side of the building. He began to undress me as I stood frozen with fear. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. It was as if I had been hypnotized and my mind was looking at this nightmare from aloft. I was unable to speak or move.

Just at the moment he had begun to slip his hand into my panties, the top of the tower lit the entire sky sparks flew everywhere, and it blew. Everyone began to scream and run. The shrapnel flew into the air, and then downward into the crowd. The explosion did not culminate with one loud burst…it kept exploding and moving downward on the tower – along with other bursts of light and sounds of explosions outward on the lines that extended to all directions.

The green building was hit. People were screaming. I thought perhaps my eardrums had burst as I could no longer hear the crackling and explosions. Ensuing projectiles bombarded the crowd, hitting one or two at a time.

I could feel my feet begin to run. I did not know where I was going, and I did not look back. I could have run a marathon at that moment, and won. My feet flew and between steps it seemed as if I actually had wings to make the distance I tread further and further away from
the danger.

My mind shred into memories, the present, and an impending future. I ran lightly and swiftly – on my toes. I had never run so fast before. Behind me began to get quieter each step I moved. My feet barely touched the ground as my stride grew larger. i saw darkness a head, and everything was still behind me. I still never slowed my stride; never turned my head for fear of slowing down. I just kept running. I ran until I could run no more.

Another Dream – “Awakening”

June 14, 2018

A Dream melded with Reality – Actually a bit daunting – but true!  Sometime late in May, 2018….

Since I broke my back there have been many residual effects physically that I deal with on a basis between me and God. So many emotions and set backs, so much to deal with physically and mentally. Yet I know many living souls must endure hardships.

The dream last night was the most predominant over me physically that I have ever had. It was terrifying. It almost kept me prisoner. I normally awake at 8AM, but on occasion 7 or 7:30. I couldn’t see the clock that has quietly ticked by my bed since mama gave it to me over twenty years ago.

When I lay down, I closed my eyes peacefully, exhausted. I began remembering the horror that beset my life so many years earlier.

My life had been one of unrest, confusion ,and pleasure melded together in a cocktail of alcohol – with some remorse, sadness; shaken with physical pain and turmoil.

The dream manifested in a home still in construction. The home itself was a giant maze of rooms and windows and people, and it was still being built. I was traveling with someone who gave me love and caused me grief simultaneously. Mixed with memories of past and what seemed the present, we spent time with people who seemed nice but had motives beyond the purity of my mind. It seemed as if the entire place was a nest of normal looking people who were scarred or playing games of sex and violence.

My traveling companion and I parted often while in this house, as the hostess was showing me the projection in the continuous building of the house. He disappeared and appeared frequently enough not to be unsettling.

She showed me the biggest room being built. It faced a prison, both with men and women.
You could see them though an iron fence clearly – walking and being lead here and there. Suddenly officers burst into the room and told the woman she would need to close up all windows facing the prison. The next few minutes were confusing and filled with the bustle of officers and strange faces confronting one another.

I knew it was time to go. I did not want to be there anyway. I thought someone I had believed to be in the prison was with my animals, which was disconcerting. I was compelled to find out for sure. That was the purpose of the trip. It was then the companion appeared. He had been having sex with many of the women. I swallowed hard but surprisingly I was not hurt. I just wanted to leave.

I knew this had happened and I told my companion “We need to leave.” He hemmed and made excuses to keep stopping on the trek. We made our way through the rooms and I politely said “Goodbye, I am leaving.” He chose to come but stopped along the way and was engaged in sex with both genders now. It was a sickness. There were excuses made. His spirit had left him exiting through indulgences. There was no excuse to me for the illicit behaviors.

I was ready to go, sitting in a long blue vehicle that was open and only had two bench seats. It was more like sitting in a futurist ride at a fairground, but it was sitting next to others similar, in nature. No wheels, no steering. He said he needed to do something before we left. I sat.

Then I got up and looked and he was sexually interacting with several men. I had to leave, only to find myself wondering from place to place in what seemed like a number of stores with cobblestone walk ways. I saw a mix of others…some of his kind – those he had known, and many who were in my position. I was exhausted and sat down to get off my feet. They had begun to be numb again, tingling and painful.

I heard music, rather a loud rhythm to music, like a drum in the distance getting louder. All I wanted to do was get out of there. Before I could leave someone brought my traveling companion and said he had caring for him. He had been in a fight and my fraudulent friend was in a state of permanent brain damage, and would be there laying down forever. He was still with eyes closed. It was better. I told him I could not take him and I could not stay. The man nodded.

The next thing I remember clearly was thinking I needed to move and get out of there. I opened my eyes and tried to move. I was in bed laying on my side and my feet wouldn’t move….its happened before for a moment upon waking, but this time it seemed my arms, (one by my side, and one overhead) wouldn’t move. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they began to close and I was in the dream again, with the drumming loud now. I closed my eyes and felt absolute fear.

I tried again to open my eyes, or to move, and though they opened and I was cognizant of wanting to move, they closed again and I couldn’t. I was frozen in that position, literally frozen, but my mind knew I had to move. I thought of calling the dog to awaken me, but words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. I was terrified now. My eyes closed again and I knew I was returning to this place – but I knew I must not do so. I did briefly, then startled myself trying to awake.

I turned to God now as I always do and asked for help. As He always does, in one way or another, He made me know I was going to move. He never leaves me but asks only that I call upon Him for help.

I moved my my arm above my head and wiggled my fingers. I worked my eyes until they stayed open, and began to force my back to turn and my legs to move. It was terrified to be frozen in real time. Terrified. It was not a dream now….I had passed from a state of unconscious life not under my control…. I was coming back. I moved my arm now that was at my side, and used it to help turn me to my back. I felt the sting of pain, and a push behind me.

 

When I first moved, I felt I wanted to return to the place I had just been…I had not gotten the task of finding my dog and my friend completed. That wasn’t it. I somehow wanted, in part, to return. But I was horrified at the thought of laying there unable to moved and with my mind and body fully in another place – one that was filled with fear and one that took the purity of my mind and held it captive.

My eyes wanted to close, but only God could keep them open. The thought of Him empowered my movements and I turned to my other side, forcing my legs and feet to move with me.

I took a breath and abruptly sat and then with feet still not under my control I stood and moved quickly to keep my presence. I ambled down the hallway, saw the dog laying in the kitchen, and he lifted his head and looked at me. Somehow he senses when I am in peril and I was still terrified. I moved from room to room awakening those frozen limbs, my eyes now fully opened.

I was beyond that place and wandering from room to room, until fully separated. I knew I had to write this dream, as I do many dreams, and begin to live in this world again. This struggle with my body movement and breaking loose was not a dream. I feel I am to reiterate – “Time is of the essence. Move, be alive and choose wisely.”

Minutes passed and I asked the dog to sit on the bed next to me, which he eagerly did, as I reached for this laptop to record the nights events and the exit from one real world to the other.

My exit is complete now and I feel exonerated from the night. I was not deluded with alcohol or other drugs when I said good night to my husband and switched off the light.

I am fully awake now. I don’t want to go to that place again. It has nothing for me. I stopped writing for a moment, stretched my neck and turned and looked at the clock. One hour has passed since the trauma of awakening and movement began. It feels good to be able to stretch and move. I am scarred but alive – I never want to be taken away like that wherein I am “almost” unable to return.

 

Many of my dreams are imprinted in my memories for years in my conscious state, though I have never been trapped like that in one before. I do not want to experience that again. My dreams will continue.  This dream has meaning for many to draw from..with understanding and motivation..

Before I could post this, my dog jumped off the bed in panic. I rushed to the backslider and opened it and he proceeded to throw up from the beginning of the patio to the edge of the grass.
Far-fetched I know, but looking at the mess to clean up. I thought he took the remnants of the horrible feelings I had on this bed, in escaping this dream, and he vomited them up .

He feels better now, and so do I.

I have thanked God for the power He bestows upon anyone, no matter what his or her history, for just believing. I have asked and pleaded all my life for things. It would be so remiss of me not to remember to praise and thank God for His power in my life.

I want to dream of flying again. For this awakening I press towards what remains of my living days on this planet earth as a human being. I am grateful.

DON’T LOOK HERE…..

April 24, 2018

Amazon - Precursors of the future

……FOR WORK, THAT IS.  A PRECURSOR OF THE FUTURE AVAILABILITY OF WORK FOR HUMAN BEINGS.

THIS IS JUST ONE SECTION OF AMAZON  – LAST WEEK.

(Photo credit:  KRCR Channel 7)

Statistics – Not boring, I hope – Informative

April 9, 2018

STATISTICS:

Brief definition is Collection, analysis, interpretation, and presentation of masses of numerical data.

Do you rely on statistics to “enlighten” you regarding a subject you are very interested in? WELL STOP IT!

Most statistics are bogus: Fake, spurious, false, fraudulent, a sham, or at least deceptive. Gathering absolutely correct statistics is IMPOSSIBLE.

During this time of healing, I am researching a few subjects to write about, and I have noticed a huge difference in statistical information from website to website.

We can’t just check one or two websites and expect to get statistical clarity. I check multiple websites and read multiple statistical reports. I have already learned quite a bit; never tire of learning new things, or getting new information.

I realize many people, due to which “direction” they lean (if you get my drift) will look for information that agrees with his or her particular thoughts or beliefs.

All I am trying to impart on this post, from my humble knowledge, is that we cannot bet our lives on ANY information we are given. No matter what your beliefs, media presents incorrect information on a daily basis.

So don’t “freak out” if you are told to panic in one direction or another. Do
your own work and check multiple reliable sources.

Lastly, do not just “take the word” of one person if the statistics are regarding something important to you. Bless peoples hearts…someone may have given them bogus material and in passing it on perhaps they inadvertently have given you incorrect statistics…or have a “memory blip” and changed the numbers by accident.

 

Adapt – Accept – Free – Squander

April 5, 2018

Those are absolutely giant words in each and every human life. The human being has an amazing character to be able to adapt fairly quickly to any situation put before him or her.

The only problem humans face in their willingness to accept what scenario is the challenge before him or her. Though on occasion we have to face a situation that would make anyone cringe, we always have a choice….that choice is to accept the fact we cannot change some things.

Therein, if we are to be happy, we must have a willingness to accept that fact – and move forward from there. If we try to change an unchangeable scenario we will just “spin our wheels” and wind up out of control and unhappy.

This is not an easy challenge, but once accepted you can face “the mountain” squarely, and begin to plan the way you will forge onward and upward from there.

If you adapt and accept you will find no matter what obstacle you face can be overcome. The way you do it may be totally unexpected, and perhaps not what you would choose…but the probability of learning from it, and bettering your life is immense. You might even find, in the long run, you have a better outcome than you expected.

When you adapt and accept you will begin to realize you are free! Free to think, analyze, move on, and open arenas in life you never expected to become well-versed in. You are always free
to choose happiness and growth. When you do you unwittingly pull a better life towards you. You will find your adapting and accepting with “anticipation” and “willingness” to learn and try will also draw people towards you….you open a world, and are free to choose…keeping hope for the best as your own attitude!

If you squander the moments of your life through negligence or inaction, you are not the only one to suffer. If there is one other human being you care for, remember if you do not adapt, and accept you will limit your life much more than the challenge before you, and your choices will affect all who may share your life.

As abruptly as life began, and you open your eyes, you focus, and the world enlarges, in the blink of an eye you are facing the prospect of aging and the ultimate and humbling knowledge that soon you will face death.

If you have adapt and accept all that is placed before you, your life will be filled with freedom and unexpected joy. As your world becomes smaller with age, you will have gained wisdom, cherished each moment as an individual “time of your life”, and will be able to handle the ultimate challenge with grace and ease.

PITY PARTY

March 27, 2018

Would you like to come to my pitiful pity party.
You don’t need be strong, you don’t need be hearty.
They’ll be no refreshments served, no cupcakes or treat,
This party is strictly for those who are sad, mad doesn’t count,
don’t kick up your feet, this pitiful party is just for the weak.

Those who are healing and can’t get outside,
those disabled souls still filled with false pride.
Walk on those crutches, push that sweet walker,
Think “healing is now” – don’t rush, don’t be a sucker.

Takes a minute to damage the one place you live –
Now use time to “catch up”, to to think and to pray,
Take a breath and think “healing” – it could happen today.

If not, if its longer and seems like a life time for you,
Then keep your wits about you and do what you do!
Write out the bills, organize files, sit in the sun,
Stay loaded with smiles…

Think of this time as a rest, a vacation from stress;
Pluck your eye brows, put on a mud pack, and do all the rest…
Things normally crammed into “when I can do it”,
Be positive and pray, and you will always get through it!

Just to let you know, so you don’t feel down and alone
I’m healing myself – slowly each day, and living my words,
So now what can “WE” say? It is a short time, a little rhyme;
An avenue to a whole new experience WE see NOW.
Let’s be an example, while doing our best, to help others to heal,
Take a breath, a “forced” rest isn’t really all bad.
I see others and know some wish that they had…
A minute to rest.
A minute to write.
Just relax in the day,
And sweet dreams at night.

 

 

 

 

I believe in hugs. I believe in love.

March 16, 2018

When I hug someone I don’t do it for any other reason than I care (of course not including my husband…I love him and am passionately in love with him).

Years ago I taught a class “hug therapy”.  It began because I often walked up to strangers, women in particular, and ask if I could hug them.  I chose people I thought could use a pick me up, a little up close and in personal act of warmth and caring. Often an elderly person, or a person who looked kind of sad or let down.

I was always received with welcome smiles and arms open.  We would share a big hug and both of us left smiling and feeling as if we had exchanged something words could not express.  We both felt better.

At the time I taught high intensity aerobics and also a senior class.  When I began requiring a hug at the end of the session, I only had one person balk.  She said she wasn’t a person who liked to be touched.  Everyone else was totally up to share this sign of affection.

Personally  when I hug someone I am sharing a bit of my health and joy with that person.  Hugs can be very healing and sometimes, invaluable!

A hug should only be shared with permission.  That is called respect.  So at the end of each class students would line up and we each looked in each others eyes, smiled, and hugged.  It was wonderful….

Two things that came of this, were such a wonderful surprise to me.

The lady who chose not to hug watched for weeks as everyone else shared this simple act of closeness, with no expectations.  One day after class she walked towards me and said,”Okay, I will try it.”  She stood still as I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big mindful hug.  (That is just a strong-gentle hug that lasts ten seconds or so, then a release.)  She stood back and smiled.  From that point forward she always waited for a parting hug.  It was lovely because she soon “relaxed” into it, and hugged me back. She told me, “I don’t know what it is, but when we hug I feel like a connection of two living souls.  I feel loved and empowered.”  I often think of that and hope she is still hugging and being hugged.

The other wonderful words bestowed upon me were these:  “I drive twenty-five miles to take this class, and though I like the class a lot – I really come for the hugs.  This is the only time I get hugged all week, and I love it.  It keeps me looking forward to the day…just for that hug.”  This thought still makes me teary-eyed.

When my daughter or girlfriends get together, we often hug tightly and jump up and down for joy!

Such a simple act that can mean so much to another human being. I know “times” are different, and there are so many things we can feel afraid to say or do, but if you can hug someone today, do it!

Just remember to be respectful and ask, “Do you mind if we have a hug?”

Addendum:  I know several Chinese people who say is is not their custom to hug strangers or anyone except husband/wife and family.  We spoke in depth and I do understand the concept and protocol of this custom… I respect their wishes as such….I didn’t ask, but perhaps that is why many bow upon meeting (or is that a Japanese custom?)  I am not certain.  I believe not judging, but respecting “others” customs is important in this melting pot of the world.

Have a beautiful day.